Under the Evening LampC. Scribner's Sons, 1892 - 284 pages |
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Page 178 - ... mid cloisters dim, And saw nought lovely but the sky and stars. But thou, my babe ! shalt wander like a breeze By lakes and sandy shores, beneath the crags Of ancient mountain, and beneath the clouds, Which image in their bulk both lakes and shores And mountain crags : so shalt thou see and hear The lovely shapes and sounds intelligible Of that eternal language, which thy God Utters, who from eternity doth teach Himself in all, and all things in himself.
Page 273 - I listened for a word ; But the beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard.
Page 178 - And in far other scenes ! For I was reared In the great city, pent 'mid cloisters dim, And saw nought lovely but the sky and stars.
Page 233 - The mountain sheep are sweeter, But the valley sheep are fatter ; We therefore deemed it meeter To carry off the latter. We made an expedition ; We met a host, and quelled it ; We forced a strong position, And killed the men who held it.
Page 272 - But the beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard. He came not, — no, he came not, — The night came on alone, — The little...
Page 123 - WELCOME, pale primrose! starting up between Dead matted leaves of ash and oak that strew The every lawn, the wood, and spinney through, Mid creeping moss and ivy's darker green; How much thy presence beautifies the ground! How sweet thy modest unaffected pride Glows on the sunny bank and wood's warm side! And where thy fairy flowers in groups are found...
Page 180 - Where earth and heaven do make one imagery ; 0 blessed vision ! happy child ! Thou art so exquisitely wild, 1 think of thee with many fears For what may be thy lot in future years.
Page 167 - I am more famed in heaven for my works than I could well conceive. In my brain are studies and chambers filled with books and pictures of old, which I wrote and painted in ages of Eternity, before my mortal life, and those works are the delight and study of archangels. Why, then, should I be anxious about the riches or fame of mortality ? The Lord our Father will do for us and with us according to His Divine will, for our good.
Page 178 - mid cloisters dim, And saw nought lovely but the sky and stars. But thou, my babe ! shall wander like a breeze By lakes and sandy shores, beneath the crags Of ancient mountain, and beneath the clouds, Which image in their bulk both lakes and shores And mountain crags...